Alphabet Poetry Series: “B is for Bench”

3 out of 4 seasons
It’s a nice place to be
A scenic spot
to finish a thought
And appreciate what I see

Spring’s a happy time
More people come by
To stop and chat
Over this, over that
Under the bluest sky

Summer’s not so bad
A tad too warm for me
But perfect for families
To picnic under trees
Have movie nights for free

Fall’s my favorite of all
It’s the best time for healing
The scent of the earth
Like a comforting hearth
I always feel like I’m dreaming

But Winter…
Oh, Winter!

Winter’s the devil
Come to take souls away
My bench transforms into
A concrete coffin of ice
And I count every day
And every minute, too
That I remain mostly alive.